It had been a number of days since I cycled in the gym in Cambridge, mainly due to travelling to Ireland for work and then just being too lazy to get out of bed for a couple of days. Until Saturday morning and Bee was at the hairdressers and i had 30 minutes to myself before we go Essex to watch the football (last minute winner against Tranmere!!).
The gym was fairly empty and not full of children as it was the last time we came on a Saturday, and I headed straight for the treadmill. After a quick warm up, I was plodding along at 10km/h and all going well until i glance down at the dials to see i have gone 0.3km and I was starting to get a bit tired. BY 1km I was in agony, not my knee or anything like that, i just had no energy left in me. After 1.5km I had to walk out the rest of 2km at 6.5km/h.
I then wobbled my way off the back of the treadmill and gave up the idea of doing anything else and went for a shower, coughing and wheezing all the way there.
Leaving the gym i slowly walked to meet Bee with her new short hair, with an ache in the back of my knee that seems to have gone today which is good, mind you my thighs are killing me!!
I realised this weekend how far i have to go from this to doing 13 miles!! Luckily i know i was at this point a year ago and just about able to run 10km in a few months but very slowly. Last year I started running on the treadmill at about 8.5km/h and then found it hard to go much faster so this time I will start at at least 10km/h on the treadmill but my legs might not thank me.
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